On our road trip up to Northern California back in 1958 we stopped in San Francisco to do some sightseeing. Even though it was summer we found that the temperatures were cooler than the warmth we had been experiencing in the southern part of the state. Thus, we were dressed in sweaters and jackets. There is a story associated with my sister's red scarf. She had been experiencing ear aches and our mom insisted that Susan cover her ears with the scarf for protection. Everywhere we went she had to wear the scarf. Finally (by way of a silent protest) the scarf "accidentally" got left behind in a restroom somewhere along the way. The "I don't know." answer to the "Where is your scarf?" question came up but the missing scarf was never found even after a thorough search. We moved on to our next location sans scarf. Susan never said a thing...but she knew. Years later she told me all about it. She took a stand. So, here's to my little sister--protester, activist, change maker. Love ya.
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